Journal Two:
I had awoken today exhausted. I think on average I had gotten about three hours of sleep and Darlene has the nerve to say she slept horrible. What a brat.
Break feast today had gone horribly. I sat all by myself because there was no table for 'Girls who had Lyme disease.'
After break feast, I had a nice long talk with Dr. Dan. He asked me how I was and I didn't lie.
"I hate it here!" I cried to him. "I want to go home."
He had shifted in his sheet. He looked bored. Maybe he wanted to go home too.
Now I was the brat.
"Sorry," I had said. "I just mean, that all my friends and family are at home. I know no one here."
"It's understandable Joan. Kids, especially their first time here may experience some discomfort. But just remember. Your sick. Those other girls are mentally sick."
I didn't know how that made me feel better, but it did. I smiled and thanked him for his time and I walked out of his office, and that's when I met her.
She was sitting all by herself, mocking and laughing at the other campers. She had a full head of hair, she didn't look to skinny-maybe she had Lyme disease.
I had walked over to her. She looked up at me.
"Yo."
She reminded me of Grace.
"Hi. I'm Joan." I had said, extending my hand.
She got up and accepted my hand. "Judith."
And at the same time we both said: "What are you doing here? You don't look crazy." We started to laugh, and after that subsided I said, "Lyme disease. Makes me see things that aren't really there."
Judith had nodded her head. "I'm a rebel, my parents are classy. They think I'm crazy so they send me here. Their so dumb."
"It must here every summer, I mean."
"Hell yeah! I mean. I'm not crazy. I don't fit in." We had both broke out laughing. Ever so often looking at the other girls who had kicked me out of their group.
All you need is one good friend.